The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 1390

Seconds ticked by, and the surrounding tourists were all rubbernecking, eager for a spectacle.

"Looks like their connections aren't cutting it."

"Think about it, that kind of prime spot isn't just for anyone! After all, it's a famed landmark in the country!"

"I bet she's just some ordinary heiress, way out of her league!"

Serena could feel her anxiety mounting as she listened to their whispers. She turned to Martin, "Well. What's the word?"

Martin was still waiting for his dad's text. Today was his grandpa's birthday, and his Dad was probably busy keeping his grandpa company, not checking his phone.

He himself had almost forgotten his grandpa's birthday. Thankfully, he had the present ready. He'd drop it off later, along with an apology.

He wouldn't make dinner, though. Serena had agreed to eat with him, and that was a rare treat.

"Just a little longer," Martin said soothingly.

Serena was irked. If this was Romeo, his presence alone would've swung the doors wide open. In the end, it was Martin's lack of clout that was embarrassing.

He couldn't even book a venue without causing her to be the butt of jokes!

After what felt like an eternity, she decided it might be time to call in Uncle Bard to turn the tables—anything was better than being mocked by this crowd!

As she stewed over this, Serena couldn't help but silently rebuke Martin for making her resort to asking Uncle Bard for help. Utterly useless!

Just as she was about to pull out her phone, Martin's buzzed with a message from his father, who had already squared things away.

Martin smiled at her, "Serena, we can go up soon."

"For real? You managed to book it?" Serena wrapped him in a hug, her mood instantly lifting. "How much longer do we have to wait?"

"Just until the current guests clear out, and then it's all ours."